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The Dude smiled sadly to himself, watching Greer

"I'm sorry" - he kissed the raven hair. It smelled fresh and nice, of some kind of fruity stuff one puts into conditioners. Certain memories came floating back but he squished them out very rapidly.

"You miss him." - he stated more then asked. "I'm sorry I pryed." - the Dude then added as an appology.

The Dude turned his head and grinned at her, the whiskers rising up when he smiled: "Yeah, I don't think your mom would have approved at all. Well, hey, at least I'm Irish, you know ... she'd like that, maybe?"

The ice pack and the food and especially half a pitcher of OJ have done miracles to nurse the Dude back to coherence. But nothing was helping quite as much as having Greer cozy up to him like that. Whatever strange aftertaste was on his mind from last night had vanished into thin air.

"Did you have fun last night or are you just horribly embarassed about it all?" - he asked her.

The Dude laughed.

"Murphy, huh? Wow, your mom really is very very Irish! The Carroll clan isn't nearly as big. I got a younger sister, and my dad is one of ... what ... seven kids? Most of them are up in Minesotta, though." - he mused then

"And I'm thrilled to hear that. I think you shoudl dance on table more often. Men will fall all over the place for you then, starting wtih me. What would you have preferred to do in private, though?" - he poked her nose with his index finger. "Cuz my memories of last night are more then jambled up. You dancing on the bar kinda bleached everything else out. Except for the look Vasile gave me when I made him rub my feet. That was pretty classic. Well ... and a few other things" - he trailed off.

"Really?" - he squeezed her. "Allright! I'll find a private table somewhere for you to dance on, I swear." That was awfully nice to say! Any thoughts of weird aftertastes had vanished. The Dude kissed Greer's forhead, and then, suddenly, scooped her up in his arms and stood up.

"Hey, bug, would you hold it against me if I just put you on this bed over there and snuggled up next to you? That's all, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die. I mean - you look sleepy and my head's requesting a horizontal state right now, too. Is that okey?"

He was holding her in his arms like a doll, completly effortlessly. One might not tell underneath the toasted marshmallow apperance, but the Dude did swim every day, and he was, in fact, 6'3'' and 210 pounds of muscle, more or less.

"Oh, I don't need ot use you as my pillow, but you can use me as one. I am not bony." - he grinned then put her on his bed and layed down next to her with a groan, grabbing his head that protested his sudden standing ******** Pyroth, he's gonna pay for this. I demand another Truth of Dare matchup." - he professed then put his arm under her head so that she could lay on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Oh and in terms of other things - nevermind that all. Just, you know, stuff about the spider and Ambrose howling and Amaya decorating Vasile with shells." - he murrmurred softly.

The Dude's large flipper arm did serve a pretty good duty as a blanket and he had curled up his other arm to hold onto Greer's shoulder. His brown skin was warm and fuzzy and still smelled of salt and ocean and not that much of sweat (thank god for the Dude, lucky b*****d). "Thanks for being such a sport and humoring the lush. I haven't had such excellent hangover care in ages ... oh and I don't " - he stuffed his face into her hair, smelling the pretty fruity smell of it " ... don't know what you do with spiders in private. I just remember this huge spider on my arm from last night ..."

The Dude strained to remember what it was with the spider, and how it came to be on his arm at all but couldn't.

"I don't remember what happened though ... there was something about harems, too, but I also can't rememebr what that was all about. Who cares. We all had fun ..." - his voice was soft and sleepy

The Dude gave a non-committal grunt as a response to Greer's words and hugged her tighter. His hangover mind craved peace and quiet, and nothing provided that better then sleep. Soon enough the arms that were holding her relaxed and slid slowly down, as the Dude totally zonked out. He didn't really dream at all. His mind was instead flooded with darkness, which was soft and velvety, and smelled of something fruity. The fact that his face was buried in Greer's hair might had something to do with that.


The sun set a long time ago and when the Dude finally woke up, he was laying in darkness with Greer still snuggled up in his shoulder. Wow, did they really sleep that long? He turned his head and looked out the window thru the partially closed blinds. It was still dark outside but there were some chirpy bird noises outside, which was what woke him up. It must be near sunrise - the Dude concluded and looked down at the raven head resting on his shoulder. Greer's face was obscured by her bangs and one of her hands was resting on his stomach, partially enclosed in a fist, like that of a child. The cute brown feathers were pocking out of her hair around the ears and trailing down along the spine, disappearing under the green shirt she was wearing. Were these the feathers that Greer protested were sensitive the night at the bar? He resisted the urge to poke at them so as not to wake up the girl and instead looked out of the window again, listening to the ruckus the parrots were causing outside in the dark. Soon, the sun would rise ...